1 Prologue
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The air in the gymnasium was charged with anticipation as Hiro, a young and prodigious volleyball player, stood on the court.
The crowd buzzed with excitement, eager to witness his remarkable skills firsthand. The nationals in high school volleyball had reached its pinnacle, and the championship match was about to conclude.
It was now the fifth and final set, and both teams, Akihiro High School and Estrein High School had reached a deadlock with scores of 24-24.
The entire gymnasium was filled with tension as the players on both teams sweated and panted from exhaustion.
Among them was Aubert Hiro, a prodigy in volleyball and one of the regulars on the Akihiro High School team. Renowned as the best libero in the school's volleyball club, and in America. Aubert's skills were highly respected and valued.
Aubert, a 15-year-old individual, has short red hair, striking green eyes, fair skin, and a well-figured face. Their developing physique reflects signs of a healthy lifestyle and potential for further growth.
As the referee's whistle pierced the air, signaling the start of the match, the opposing team served the ball with all their might.
Aubert, displaying his exceptional receiving skills, effortlessly received the service, setting the stage for his team's next move. The Akihiro High School spiker soared through the air, ready to deliver a powerful spike. However, the opposing blockers rose to the occasion, skillfully timing their block to nullify the attack.
Undeterred, Aubert reacted swiftly, diving to save the ball from hitting the ground. His incredible reflexes and determination kept the rally alive.
The ball was sent back over the net, but the Estrein High School spiker seized the opportunity and unleashed a thunderous spike.
In a display of extraordinary defensive prowess, Aubert managed to position himself perfectly, raising his arms to dig the spike. The crowd held its breath as the ball ricocheted off his forearms, soaring high into the air. With a moment of respite, Akihiro High School regrouped and orchestrated a coordinated attack.
Akihiro's setter skillfully set the ball, and their outside hitter, fueled by the intensity of the moment, launched an unstoppable cross-court spike. The Estrein blockers were caught off guard, unable to form an effective defense. The ball hit the floor, evading their desperate attempts to save it.
The Akihiro High School crowd erupted into cheers as they took the lead, now with a score of 25-24. The players on the court exchanged triumphant glances, fueling their determination to secure victory.
However, the game was far from over. Estrein High School, refusing to accept defeat, regrouped and executed a series of well-coordinated attacks.
Despite Akihiro's valiant efforts, they struggled to maintain their defense against the relentless onslaught. The Estrein spiker, fueled by the desire to turn the tide, delivered a fierce spike that grazed the fingertips of Akihiro's blockers and soared past them, landing within the boundaries of the court.
The ball hit the ground, and the Estrein High School crowd erupted into cheers. The score was now tied once again at 25-25. The intense battle continued, each team fighting tooth and nail for the coveted championship title.
In the end, despite Aubert's exceptional defensive skills and the collective effort of his teammates, the Akihiro High School team fell short. A devastating spike from the opposing team proved too difficult to handle, as the ball crashed into the floor, sealing Estrein High School's victory with a final score of 27-25.
In the aftermath of the intense match, emotions ran high among Aubert's teammates. Frustrated and disappointed with the loss, they directed their blame toward Aubert, creating a tense atmosphere. Harsh words were exchanged, escalating their frustration into deep resentment.
"You let us down, Aubert! We relied on you, and you couldn't deliver when it mattered most," one teammate exclaimed, his voice dripping with bitterness and disappointment.
Another teammate chimed in, adding fuel to the fire.
"We worked so hard to reach this point, and you ruined it all with that crucial mistake. How could you be so careless?" The cutting words struck at the core of Aubert's confidence, leaving him wounded and vulnerable.
Aubert felt the need to defend himself, his voice shaking with a mix of anger and desperation. "I-I tried my best out there, okay?! It's not easy, you know?!" He clung to the last shreds of his pride, trying to salvage his reputation.
But his teammate wouldn't hear any excuses. "Stop with the excuses! You're the reason why we lost! Best libero my ass!" The teammate's biting remark echoed through the air, intensifying the blame on Aubert.
Before the situation could escalate further, their coach intervened, his voice firm and commanding. "Enough! Arguing among ourselves is not going to do anything!" The coach's intervention silenced the room, momentarily diffusing the tension.
Realizing the need to move on, the coach instructed the team to gather their belongings and prepare to leave for the school. They boarded the bus, but Aubert chose to sit alone at the back, struggling to hold back tears. The weight of his teammates' criticism hung heavy on his shoulders, shattering his confidence in his own abilities.
As the bus traversed the familiar path back to their school campus, Aubert remained lost in his thoughts. He felt isolated and avoided any contact with his teammates, seeking solace in his solitude. Upon reaching the school, he quietly made his way to the changing rooms, changing his clothes while purposely avoiding any interactions.
Once changed, Aubert made his way to his classroom, gathering his belongings without engaging with his classmates or friends.
With a heavy heart, he hurriedly left the school premises, heading straight home. Inside his empty house, as his parents were working abroad, Aubert dropped to his knees in the living room, allowing his tears to flow freely.
The weight of his disappointment and the absence of any comforting presence intensified his despair. With no one to console him, Aubert eventually wiped away his tears and retreated to his bedroom. Collapsing onto his bed, he buried his face in the soft pillows, seeking comfort in their embrace.
Feeling the need for support, Aubert reached for his phone and dialed Arthur's number. After a few rings, Arthur picked up the call, his voice carrying a mischievous tone.
"Hey Aubert, why did you call?" Arthur asked, unaware of the depths of Aubert's sadness.
Aubert let out a snort, finding solace in the familiarity of their conversation. "Come on now, am I not allowed to call my best friend?" He attempted to infuse some sass into his voice, masking the sadness within.
Sensing something amiss, Arthur's tone turned concerned.
"Dude, are you okay? Why do you sound so sad?" he probed, genuine worry seeping into his words.
"What are you-" Aubert began, his voice hitching with a sniffle, "talking about?" He continued to deny his pain, struggling to maintain a facade of strength.
"Dude, I've known you for years. It's useless to lie to me," Arthur insisted gently. "Come on now, you can tell me."
With a heavy sigh, Aubert relented, his voice carrying a tinge of defeat. "Okay... fine... it all started..."
Aubert proceeded to recount the events of the volleyball match and how his teammates had blamed him for the loss. Arthur's rage boiled as he listened, a surge of anger coursing through him on behalf of his friend.
"That's horrible!" Arthur exclaimed, his voice laced with indignation. The sound of his fist slamming on the table echoed through the call.
Trying to ease his friend's worry, Aubert replied with a melancholic tone, "Arthur, it's fine now. I've gotten over it."
Arthur let out a resigned sigh. "Okay then, what will you be doing now?" he asked, giving Aubert space to think through his next steps.
"I don't know. Let me think," Aubert replied, his mind clouded with confusion and uncertainty.
As Aubert reflected on the events of the day, he realized that his teammates' resentment towards him had been building over time. Ever since he earned the title of "The Best Libero in America," a distance had formed between him and his teammates. Their interactions had dwindled, reduced to brief, perfunctory exchanges.
Aubert's eyes widened with realization. How could he have been so naive? It became clear that his teammates' blame was fueled not only by the match's outcome but also by their growing envy and resentment toward his success.
With newfound understanding, Aubert made a firm decision: he would quit the Volleyball Club. The weight of his teammates' mistreatment had become unbearable, and he no longer wanted to be a part of an environment that bred negativity and toxicity.
"I've decided... that I'm going to quit the volleyball club," Aubert confessed, his voice resolute.
Arthur's eyes widened, his disbelief evident. "Dude, are you serious? Your dream was to become a professional volleyball player, and you're going to quit?" He couldn't fathom his friend giving up on something he had once been so passionate about.
"Yes, it's final," Aubert confirmed, a mischievous grin crossing his face. "If I quit, then the team will start their losing streak, and I want to see it happen."
Perplexed, Arthur questioned Aubert's motives. "What do you mean by that?" he inquired, his curiosity piqued.
"Think about it, Arthur. I'm the best libero on the team," Aubert explained, a hint of amusement coloring his voice.
"If I quit, the benchwarmers will have to take my place, and they aren't as skilled in receiving. It'll be interesting to watch the team struggle without me." The bitterness of earlier moments began to fade as Aubert found a sense of vindication in his decision.
Arthur chuckled, a touch of admiration mixed with amusement in his voice. "You're a sadist, Aubert."
Aubert joined in the laughter, his spirits momentarily lifted. "I know, it's one of my personalities," he quipped, the playful banter offering a temporary reprieve from his sadness.
"This is why you're my best friend, Aubert," Arthur said, his voice filled with warmth and appreciation.
The bond between them was evident, a friendship that had weathered many storms.
Aubert couldn't help but smile at the sentiment.
"And you're mine," he replied, feeling a sense of comfort in the acknowledgment of their strong connection.
Just as Aubert was about to share more about his thoughts and feelings, Arthur suddenly interrupted.
"Ah, shoot, I gotta go. My dad's calling me," he said, his tone laced with a hint of regret.
"Alright, man. Take care of yourself, okay?" Aubert responded, understanding the urgency.
Despite the abrupt end to their conversation, Aubert felt a little lighter, a little more at peace, knowing he had Arthur's support.
"Yeah, you too. Don't let them get to you. We'll talk later, okay?" Arthur reassured him before hastily ending the call.
As Aubert put down his phone, he was left in the silence of his room, the comfort of their conversation lingering in the air.
Arthur's abrupt departure was a stark reminder of the reality that awaited Aubert outside his temporary sanctuary. The decision to quit the volleyball club, though made in a moment of vindication, now loomed over him as a significant change in his life's trajectory.
Aubert knew that the path ahead would be challenging. Without volleyball, which had been such a significant part of his identity, he would have to find new ways to define himself and pursue his passions.
Yet, the conversation with Arthur had ignited a spark of determination within him. Aubert realized that his worth wasn't solely tied to his achievements on the volleyball court. He had value beyond his athletic prowess, and it was time to explore what that meant.
As he lay back on his bed, staring at the ceiling, Aubert allowed himself to dream of the possibilities. Perhaps he could explore other interests that had been sidelined due to his rigorous volleyball training. Maybe he could dedicate more time to academics or discover a new hobby that could bring him joy and fulfillment.
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The next day, filled with determination, Aubert arrived at the faculty room. He raised his hand and knocked firmly on the wooden door, the sound echoing through the corridor. He waited patiently for a response, his heart pounding with anticipation.
"Come in," a voice called out from inside, and Aubert turned the doorknob and entered the room.
As he stepped inside, he found himself surrounded by a bustling atmosphere of teachers engaged in their tasks. Some were grading papers, others discussing lesson plans, creating a vibrant and productive environment.
Aubert took a moment to scan the room, searching for the club advisor of the volleyball club. Among the teachers, he finally spotted Mister Gojo, the man he was looking for. With a sense of purpose, he made his way towards him, navigating through the crowd.
"Mister Gojo," Aubert called out, his voice confident and resolute.
The club advisor turned towards him, a warm smile gracing his features. Gojo had short, blond hair that was neatly styled, complementing his vibrant green eyes. Standing at an average height and weight for a man in his thirties, he exuded an air of maturity and composure.
"Oh, Aubert, it's nice to see you!" Gojo greeted, his voice filled with genuine warmth. "Is there something I can help you with?"
Aubert extended his hand, handing over a carefully written club resignation letter. "Mister Gojo, I wanted to inform you that I have decided to quit the volleyball club," he stated, his tone unwavering.
Gojo's eyes widened in surprise, his smile fading momentarily. "W-Wait, are you serious about this, Aubert?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern. "Isn't it your dream to become a professional volleyball player?"
Aubert met Gojo's gaze, determination shining in his eyes. "Yes, I'm sure about it," he affirmed firmly. "Please understand and allow me to resign from the club."
Gojo sighed, his expression turning somber. He reached up to adjust his glasses before responding. "Okay, if that's truly what you want, Aubert, then I won't stand in your way," he relented. "But please, could you tell me the reason behind your decision?"
Aubert hesitated for a moment, his mind grappling with the right words. "It's because of... personal reasons," he finally explained, choosing to keep the details private.
Gojo nodded, his understanding evident in his eyes. "I see," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of sadness.
"If this is truly what you want, then I accept your resignation. You will no longer be a member of the volleyball club."
Aubert bowed respectfully, grateful for Gojo's understanding. "Thank you, Mister Gojo," he expressed his gratitude sincerely, his voice filled with appreciation.
With a sense of finality, Aubert turned on his heel and made his way out of the faculty room. As he closed the door behind him, he let out a deep sigh, the weight of his decision settling upon him.
"Now, I must find Arthur," he muttered to himself.
He started walking down the hallway, his footsteps echoing against the tiled floor. Lost in his thoughts, Aubert's gaze wandered, eventually fixating on the window nearby.
Through the transparent glass, he caught a glimpse of two students from the Tennis club engaged in a lively match. Intrigued, he stopped in his tracks and watched intently.
"Tennis, huh?" Aubert mused, his curiosity piqued.
He observed as one of the players served an impressive 160 M/Ph serve, while the opponent skillfully returned the ball. A mixture of awe and fascination flickered across Aubert's eyes.
"Tennis is such an intense sport. I wonder what it would feel like to play alone, with all the pressure on yourself," he murmured, a tinge of contemplation coloring his words.
Just as his thoughts swirled, a feminine voice broke the silence, startling Aubert out of his reverie.
"You're interested, aren't you?" the voice spoke from behind.
"AHHHHHHHHHHH!" Aubert let out an instinctive scream of surprise, his body tensing for a moment. The suddenness of the voice caught him off guard.
The mysterious person burst into laughter.
"HAHAHAHAHA! Sorry about that," she chuckled, wiping away a tear from her eye.
Aubert turned around, his heart still racing from the fright. Before him stood a beautiful girl, her short brown hair framing her face, and her warm brown eyes sparkling with amusement. She had a radiant tan complexion and was dressed in the standard Akihiro School Uniform, giving her an air of familiarity.
"Why did you do that?" Aubert asked, pouting slightly, his voice filled with a mix of playfulness and genuine curiosity.
The girl giggled, her laughter contagious. "I didn't scare you on purpose, my bad!" she apologized, her voice mixed with remorse and playfulness.
Aubert let out a sigh, relenting with a smile. "So, why did you approach me all of a sudden?" he inquired, his curiosity returning.
The girl's smile widened. "Well, it's because you seem interested in that tennis match over there," she pointed towards the window, where the tennis players continued their intense rally.
Aubert raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued. "What about it?" he questioned, waiting for her explanation.
The girl's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm. "I want to know if you're interested in joining the Tennis Club," she revealed, her voice carrying a hint of excitement.
Aubert couldn't help but smirk, amused by her attempt at recruitment. "Are you trying to recruit me? If so, you're not doing a great job right now," he teased, his tone laced with playful banter.
"Oh, come on! I tried my best!" she pouted, her expression reflecting mock disappointment.
Clearing her throat, she composed herself and continued. "Anyway, I'm Miyuke Shizune, the current president of the Tennis Club," she introduced herself with a friendly smile.
Aubert nodded, acknowledging her introduction. "I'm Aubert Hiro, nice to meet you," he replied, returning the smile.
"Nice to meet you, Aubert!" Miyuke expressed her pleasure. "So, tell me, are you interested in tennis?"
Aubert paused for a moment, his mind contemplating the possibilities. Joining the Tennis Club could be a refreshing change, a new avenue to channel his energy and passion after his experience with the Volleyball Club.
"Sure, I'll join," Aubert responded, his decision made. "I'll give you my application form later."
Miyuke's face lit up with delight. "Sure! See you at the Tennis court later!" she exclaimed, her excitement evident as she turned and ran off.
Aubert watched her retreating figure with a smile, the encounter leaving an impression on him.
"That was certainly an interesting encounter," he muttered to himself, his thoughts swirling.
As if on cue, a familiar voice called out from behind, causing Aubert to turn around. It was his childhood best friend, Arthur, with his short ginger hair and piercing dark blue eyes. Arthur possessed fair skin, a well-toned body, and a handsome face, making him one of the most attractive students at Akihiro High School.
Aubert felt a sense of familiarity and comfort wash over him as Arthur approached, his arm wrapping around Aubert's shoulders in a playful manner.
"Woah! Who was that, dude?" Arthur inquired, curiosity gleaming in his eyes. He then leaned into the friendly gesture.
"Did you get confessed to and break her heart?" he teased, a mischievous glint in his eye.
Aubert playfully ruffled Arthur's hair, a playful grin on his face. "Ah, someone's jealous that I attract more girls," he bantered back, their friendship evident in their comfortable teasing.
Arthur laughed, his voice filled with genuine amusement. "Hahaha! It's nothing like that, Aubert," he clarified, their banter continuing effortlessly.
Observing Arthur's expression, Aubert noticed a hint of sadness flickers across his face.
"So, who was that?" Arthur asked.
Aubert pulled away from Arthur's hold. With gentle care, he reached out and held both of Arthur's cheeks in his hands.
"We were just talking about the Tennis Club," Aubert said.
Confusion filled Arthur's eyes as Aubert released his hold. "What do you mean?" he asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Aubert let out a soft sigh, his voice tinged with reassurance. "I'm interested in joining the Tennis Club," he clarified, hoping to alleviate any concerns.
A spark of excitement lit up Arthur's eyes, a smile breaking through the initial confusion. "Really?! That's great for you then," he exclaimed, his voice brimming with genuine happiness.
Aubert nodded, grateful for Arthur's support. "Thanks," he expressed his gratitude sincerely, a genuine smile spreading across his face.
"Oh, wait! Let me grab something from my bag," Arthur said, reaching into his backpack. He pulled out a manga and handed it to Aubert. "Here, take this. It's a new manga, and it's pretty great!"
Aubert received the manga, examining its cover. The title "Haikyuu!" caught his attention, and he noticed that the story revolved around a boy named Shoyou Hinata, who aspired to become one of the best volleyball players in the world.
Aubert raised an eyebrow, a playful yet skeptical tone coloring his voice. "Seriously, you're giving me a volleyball-based manga after everything that happened?"
Arthur scratched the back of his head, a sheepish expression on his face. "S-Sorry about that, dude, but the manga is fun! You should give it a try," he insisted, his voice filled with enthusiasm.
Aubert let out a resigned sigh, relenting with a smile. "Fine, I'll give it a shot," he agreed, his curiosity getting the better of him.
The sound of the school bell ringing in the distance interrupted their conversation, signaling the start of class. Arthur's eyes widened with realization, and he spoke hurriedly, preparing to make his way to his classroom.
"Oh, it's time for class! See you later, Aubert!" Arthur exclaimed, his voice filled with energy as he dashed off toward his designated room.
Aubert waved him off, returning the farewell. "I'll see you later too," he replied warmly, watching as Arthur disappeared down the corridor.
Placing the "Haikyuu!" manga carefully in his bag, Aubert continued on his way, his mind filled with a mixture of excitement and curiosity about his decision to join the Tennis Club.
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Dismissal time had arrived, and Aubert made his way toward the Tennis court. As he walked, he noticed Miyuke approaching him with a warm smile.
"Hey, Aubert! Want me to lead you to the Tennis Court?" she offered, her voice filled with enthusiasm.
"Sure, lead the way," Aubert replied, grateful for her guidance.
Aubert followed Miyuke as they navigated the bustling school grounds. The familiar sights and sounds of students hurrying to their respective clubs and activities filled the air.
After a short walk, they finally arrived in front of the Tennis court, the sound of rackets hitting balls and the occasional laughter drifting through the air.
"We're here," Miyuke announced, her excitement palpable.
Aubert couldn't help but playfully roll his eyes, a mischievous smile forming on his lips. "Yeah, I could see that," he quipped, teasingly emphasizing the obvious.
Miyuke pouted playfully and lightly punched Aubert on the shoulder.
"Ow! What was that for!?" he exclaimed, though he only felt a slight impact. Nevertheless, he decided to play along and rubbed his shoulder in mock pain.
"That's what you get for being sassy!" Miyuke replied, a mischievous glint in her eyes.
She then cleared her throat, shifting back to a more formal tone. "Anyway, give me your Club Application Form," she requested.
Aubert nodded, reaching into his bag to retrieve the club application form. He handed it to Miyuke with a smile. "Ah, sure, here you go."
Miyuke received the form, gratitude evident on her face. "Thank you," she expressed sincerely.
Just as they were about to proceed, a voice interrupted their conversation. "Hey Prez, who's this?" a masculine voice inquired.
Aubert and Miyuke turned their attention toward the source of the voice, and there stood a male teenager with striking purple hair and captivating purple eyes. He possessed fair skin, a well-defined face, and a fit physique, exuding an aura of confidence.
"Hey, John! This is Aubert. He'll be joining us today!" Miyuke introduced Aubert, a hint of pride in her voice.
Aubert made a mental note of John's name, acknowledging the introduction.
"A new member?! How did you recruit someone with your terrible social skills?!" John said with a playful tone.
His playful nature couldn't help but emerge as he let out a small laugh at John's comment.
Miyuke pouted at John's remark, not one to back down from a challenge.
She approached John and playfully punched him on the shoulder. "Shut up, John. At least I was able to get a new member!" she retorted a playful fire in her eyes.
"Ow! What was that for?" John responded, his tone mischievous.
"That was for teasing me!" Miyuke declared, sticking to her playful retaliation.
Miyuke then cleared her throat, refocusing on the matter at hand. "Anyway, Aubert, this is John, and John, this is Aubert," she introduced the two boys, extending the olive branch of friendship.
John smiled warmly, extending a hand towards Aubert in a gesture of camaraderie. "Nice to meet you, Aubert."
Aubert accepted the offered hand, returning the smile. "Nice to meet you too, John," he replied, feeling a sense of excitement building within him as he embraced the welcoming atmosphere of the Tennis Club.
As they engaged in friendly banter, Aubert couldn't help but appreciate the camaraderie between Miyuke and John. It gave him a sense of belonging and reassurance that joining the Tennis Club was the right decision.
"What are you kids doing here outside?"
As Aubert, Miyuke, and John engaged in conversation, their attention was suddenly drawn to a man in his late thirties approaching them. With his black hair, piercing blue eyes, fair complexion, well-built physique, and handsome face, he commanded a presence that demanded respect.
"Hello, coach!" John and Miyuke greeted him in unison, acknowledging his arrival.
Aubert quickly surmised that this man was none other than the coach of the Tennis Club. He observed their respectful interactions, noting the familiarity and camaraderie shared between the coach and the club members.
The coach's gaze shifted towards Aubert, his curiosity piqued. "Who are you?" he inquired, his voice carrying a tone of authority.
"I'm Aubert Hiro, and I'm the new member of this club," Aubert introduced himself, offering a polite nod.
"Nice to meet you, Aubert. I'm Nicholas Winters, the coach of the Tennis Club," Nicholas replied with a welcoming smile.
Nicholas took a moment to assess Aubert's well-built physique, the result of his involvement in volleyball. Intrigued, he couldn't help but inquire about Aubert's athletic background.
"Aubert, I noticed that you have a well-built body. Did you play a different kind of sport before?" Nicholas asked, genuinely interested in his new recruit.
Aubert nodded, confirming Nicholas's observation. "Yes, I used to play volleyball," he responded, his tone tinged with a hint of nostalgia.
Nicholas acknowledged Aubert's previous experience, appreciating the potential benefits it could bring to the Tennis Club. "I see. Well, have you played tennis before?" he inquired, gauging Aubert's familiarity with the sport.
"No, this will be my first time," Aubert admitted, his excitement evident despite his lack of experience.
Nicholas nodded, understanding that Aubert's transition to a new sport might require some adjustment. "I see. Well, go get changed. We'll be starting soon," he instructed, providing Aubert with a clear directive.
Turning his attention to John, Nicholas delegated the responsibility of guiding Aubert to the changing rooms. "John, show him to the changing rooms. We'll be starting soon," he directed, entrusting John with the task.
John readily agreed, gesturing for Aubert to follow him. "Okay, follow me, Aubert," he said, leading the way toward the designated area.
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Aubert quickly changed into his tennis attire, feeling a surge of excitement as he prepared to step onto the court. Joining John, Miyuke, and the other club members, they eagerly awaited Coach Nicholas's arrival.
Finally, Nicholas made his entrance, catching everyone's attention.
The coach's authoritative voice filled the air as he addressed the team. "It seems everyone is here," he declared, his presence commanding respect.
"Okay, everyone," Nicholas continued, his tone firm but encouraging. "I want you all to start by running around the court for 20 minutes. Warm up your muscles and get your blood pumping."
The club members dispersed, their feet pounding against the tennis court surface as they embarked on their warm-up routine. Aubert joined the others, feeling the exhilaration of movement and the refreshing breeze against his skin. He focused on maintaining a steady pace, allowing his muscles to gradually loosen up.
After the designated running period, Coach Nicholas called for a series of stretching exercises. The team gathered in a circle, following his instructions to stretch their arms, legs, and torso. Aubert followed along, feeling his body becoming more limber and ready for the upcoming practice.
"Next, we'll move on to push-ups," Nicholas announced, demonstrating the proper form.
The team positioned themselves on the ground, their palms flat against the court surface as they lowered and raised their bodies in a synchronized motion. Aubert challenged himself, pushing his physical limits and relishing in the burn of his muscles as he executed each repetition.
Finally, Coach Nicholas introduced the next exercise—duck walking. The team assumed a crouched position, their knees bent, and their weight shifted forward. In unison, they moved across the court, their strides low and controlled. Aubert found the exercise both challenging and amusing, adjusting to the unusual posture and maintaining his balance as he maneuvered alongside his teammates.
Throughout the warm-up session, Aubert felt a sense of unity forming within the team. The synchronized movements, shared exertion, and encouraging glances exchanged among the club members fostered a growing camaraderie. He realized that this was more than just a physical warm-up—it was a bonding experience, solidifying their commitment to each other and the sport.
"Okay, that's enough," Nicholas clapped his hands, "I want you all to practice by having rallies together," he instructed.
Nicholas then looked at Aubert, "Aubert, come here, I'll teach you the basics of Tennis,"
Nicholas beckoned Aubert to come closer, a determined expression on his face.
Aubert eagerly stepped forward, ready to absorb Nicholas's teachings and improve his tennis skills.
"First, let's start with the basics of forehand and backhand," Nicholas began, holding a tennis racket in his hand. He positioned himself on one side of the court, with Aubert facing him.
"Forehand is one of the fundamental shots in tennis," Nicholas explained, gripping the racket and demonstrating the proper technique.
"Hold the racket with both hands, placing your dominant hand slightly above the other. Your feet should be shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, and your body facing the net."
Aubert mirrored Nicholas's stance, adopting a firm grip on the racket and positioning his body accordingly.
"Now, as you swing, remember to keep your eye on the ball at all times," Nicholas advised, his voice steady and encouraging. "As the ball approaches, shift your weight from your back foot to your front foot, rotating your hips and shoulders in the direction you want to hit the ball."
Nicholas gracefully swung the racket, executing a powerful forehand shot that sent the ball sailing across the court. Aubert observed the fluid motion, taking mental notes on the proper weight transfer, hip rotation, and follow-through.
"Now, it's your turn," Nicholas said, passing the racket to Aubert. "Focus on the technique we just discussed, and give it a try."
Aubert took a deep breath, centering himself, and positioned himself as instructed. He locked his gaze on the ball as Nicholas tossed it gently toward him. With a determined swing, he struck the ball, his forehand shot taking flight across the court.
The initial attempts were met with mixed results, as Aubert adjusted to the timing and coordination required. However, under Nicholas's patient guidance and constructive feedback, Aubert's confidence grew, and his strokes began to exhibit greater control and accuracy.
After practicing forehand shots for a while, Nicholas moved on to teach Aubert the basics of the backhand technique. He emphasized the importance of maintaining a strong grip, a stable stance, and proper footwork.
"Remember to keep your non-dominant hand on the racket for support and stability," Nicholas advised, demonstrating the smooth motion of a backhand swing. "The key is to use your wrist and forearm to generate power and control while maintaining a balanced position."
Aubert attentively absorbed the instructions, mentally preparing himself for the backhand practice. As Nicholas tossed the ball towards him once again, Aubert executed the backhand shot, focusing on the adjustments he had learned.
Throughout the practice session, Nicholas provided continuous guidance and feedback, helping Aubert refine his technique and build muscle memory. Aubert embraced the challenges, eagerly implementing Nicholas's suggestions and steadily improving his execution of forehand and backhand shots.
"All right, since you've got the hang of the basic forehands and backhands, it's time to move on to the next step: the serve," Nicholas announced, his enthusiasm evident in his voice. He wanted to ensure that Aubert continued to progress in his tennis skills.
Nicholas proceeded to demonstrate the proper technique for executing a basic tennis serve, carefully explaining each step involved. Aubert observed intently, absorbing the knowledge and preparing himself for his turn.
As Aubert stepped up to the baseline, he couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness. However, despite his best efforts, the ball consistently flew outside the designated service box. Aubert's disappointment grew, and frustration started to seep in.
Noticing Aubert's struggle, Nicholas quickly reassured him, "Don't worry, Aubert. Remember, you're still a beginner, and it takes time to master the serve. Making mistakes is part of the learning process. Keep practicing, and you'll get there."
Encouraged by Nicholas's comforting words, Aubert's frustration began to subside. He embraced the challenge and found himself enjoying the process of learning tennis. Each attempt became an opportunity to improve, and Aubert's determination started to shine through.
As they continued their training, time seemed to pass swiftly, and the sun began its descent, casting a warm, golden glow across the tennis court. The club activities for the day were coming to an end, and the other members started packing up their belongings.
After bidding farewell to his fellow club members, Aubert walked towards the school gate, ready to head home. Along the way, he spotted Arthur, engrossed in his phone.
"Hey, Arthur!" Aubert called out with a bright smile, approaching his friend.
Arthur looked up from his phone, a smile forming on his face as he noticed Aubert approaching.
"Hey, Aubert! How was the Tennis Club?" Arthur inquired, curious about Aubert's experience.
"It was so much fun! I never expected hitting balls with these huge rackets could be this enjoyable," Aubert replied enthusiastically.
Glad to hear Aubert's positive response, Arthur suggested, "Well, now that club activities are over, let's head home together."
"Sounds like a plan!" Aubert agreed, eager to share more about his tennis adventures with his friend.
As they walked, Arthur couldn't contain his excitement about something else. "Dude, have you read the manga I gave you?" he asked eagerly.
Aubert shook his head. "No, not yet. I've been so caught up with tennis, but I promise I'll read it later."
With that, Aubert and Arthur set off, walking side by side, their conversation filled with laughter and excitement as they recounted the day's events and shared their plans for the days ahead.
The setting sun provided a picturesque backdrop to their journey, casting a warm and tranquil ambiance on their path homeward.
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Aubert lay comfortably on his bed, the Haikyuu! manga held gently in his hands. As he flipped open the first page, his eyes scanned the vibrant illustrations, instantly drawing him into the world of volleyball and camaraderie.
With each turn of the page, Aubert felt a peculiar sense of connection with Shoyou Hinata, the determined protagonist. They both shared a burning passion for volleyball, and an unwavering desire to excel in the sport they loved. Aubert couldn't help but admire Hinata's tenacity and undying spirit, even in the face of adversity.
As Aubert continued to read, he couldn't ignore the stark contrast between Hinata's experience and his own.
Hinata was surrounded by better teammates than him.
Memories of his teammates blaming him for not receiving a spike from the Estrein Spiker came rushing back, the weight of their disappointment and resentment heavy on his heart.
"It's tough when your teammates don't have your back," Aubert muttered softly, his gaze fixed on the manga's pages. "Hinata has such an amazing team that supports him. I wish I had that."
Aubert's fingers trailed along the illustrations, a bittersweet nostalgia enveloping him. The characters' triumphs and defeats mirrored his own experiences on the court, stirring emotions he had long kept buried.
The thrill of a perfectly executed spike, the cheers and laughter echoing through the gymnasium, the bonds formed with teammates—all those memories resurfaced, momentarily engulfing him.
With a mixture of sadness and longing, Aubert finally reached the end of the first book. He closed it gently, holding it close to his chest as if savoring the essence of the story within.
"Hinata's journey is inspiring," Aubert whispered to himself, his voice tinged with a touch of wistfulness. "His determination reminds me of the passion I once had for volleyball."
Placing the manga on his bedside table, Aubert settled back into the softness of his pillows. Thoughts of Hinata's unwavering spirit and the camaraderie he experienced danced in his mind, intertwining with his own memories of the sport he cherished.
As sleep began to embrace him, Aubert's mind wavered between reality and dreams. Images of intense volleyball matches, the sound of his teammates' voices, and the taste of sweat on his lips melded with the story he had just devoured.
"Maybe it's time," Aubert murmured softly, his voice fading into the realm of dreams. "Time to let go of the past and find a new passion, which is Tennis."
With those whispered aspirations lingering in the air, Aubert succumbed to the allure of sleep, his dreams now painted with vibrant courts, cheering crowds, and the promise of a fresh beginning.
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Timeskip
10 years later...
It has been a remarkable decade since then. Aubert's passion for tennis has propelled him to pursue a career as a professional player.
With sheer dedication, he has triumphed in the sport, securing an astounding 14 grand slam titles in singles and an additional 4 grand slam titles in doubles.
Notably, Aubert's exceptional talent has earned him the prestigious position of being ranked as the world's number one player for an impressive 239 weeks.
However, tennis wasn't the only passion that captivated Aubert's heart. After discovering the Haikyuu manga, he developed an intense affection for the series, reading every volume with unwavering devotion. Hinata's unwavering determination struck a chord within him, leaving a profound impact on his mindset.
Yet, despite loving Haikyuu, Aubert hesitated to return to volleyball. The weight of past events made him apprehensive about stepping back onto the volleyball court.
"The moment has arrived! Let us celebrate Aubert Hiro's triumphant fifth Wimbledon victory!" The host's enthusiastic proclamation reverberated through the stadium.
Aubert raised the golden trophy above his head, a radiant smile gracing his face as the crowd erupted into thunderous cheers. Amongst the cheering spectators stood Arthur, Miyuke, John, and Nicholas.
Nicholas, initially taken aback by Aubert's sudden determination to excel in tennis, eventually embraced the opportunity to become his coach, witnessing firsthand Aubert's extraordinary growth.
Miyuke assumed the role of Aubert's dedicated manager, expertly navigating the intricacies of the professional tennis world to ensure his success.
Meanwhile, John became Aubert's trusted doubles partner, their bond both on and off the court unbreakable, a testament to their unwavering camaraderie.
Arthur, on the other hand, still concealed his true feelings for Aubert, harboring a deep fear that confessing his love might jeopardize their cherished friendship. Thus, he opted to suppress his emotions, unwilling to risk losing what they already shared.
Following the exhilarating ceremony, Aubert found himself surrounded by his closest companions, celebrating their shared triumph in a vibrant bar atmosphere. Miyuke, John, Nicholas, and Arthur raised their glasses, clinking them together in a heartfelt toast.
"Cheers!" they joyously exclaimed, their spirits soaring as they embraced the fruits of their collective efforts.
Arthur couldn't resist stealing glances at Aubert, his heart pounding with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. Finally, unable to contain his emotions any longer, he stood up from his seat and approached Aubert with a determined expression on his face.
"Aubert, can we talk alone?" Arthur requested, his voice filled with a hint of vulnerability.
Aubert raised one eyebrow, a mix of curiosity and concern flashing across his face. However, he recognized the seriousness in Arthur's eyes and nodded in agreement.
"Sure, Arthur. Let's find somewhere quiet to talk."
Leaving Nicholas, John, and Miyuke behind with questioning looks, Aubert and Arthur made their way out of the bustling bar. They walked in silence for a while, the tension thickening with each step.
Finally, they found a secluded spot in a nearby park, away from prying eyes and the clamor of the city. Under the gentle glow of the moonlight, they paused, facing each other.
Aubert raised one of his brows and asked, "Arthur, what are we doing here?"
"Well, I just wanted to have some alone time with you since you were very busy the past 10 years in tennis training." Arthur replied.
Aubert, feeling the weight of Arthur's words, relaxed his features and offered a small, understanding smile. "I get it, Arthur. It's been a whirlwind of tournaments and training. I've missed this—just talking to you."
The two stood under the moon's soft glow, its light casting a serene ambiance around them. The silence that fell between them wasn't awkward but comfortable, filled with the unspoken bond they shared.
Aubert looked up at the moon, its light reflecting in his eyes, creating a moment of peace amidst the chaos of his professional life.
Arthur took a deep breath, gathering his courage as he gazed at Aubert. Memories of their younger days flashed through his mind, particularly the tumultuous time when Aubert decided to quit the volleyball club.
The decision had sent ripples through their circle and the school, marking a turning point in Aubert's life.
"Aubert, do you know what happened when you quit the volleyball club?" Arthur finally broke the silence, his curiosity getting the better of him.
Aubert chuckled, a mischievous glint appearing in his eyes. "Yeah, their defense became so bad!" He laughed heartily, unable to contain his amusement. "I hoped they'd start losing without me...and they did. It was a bit petty, but I can't deny it made me happy to see it happen."
Arthur couldn't help but laugh along with Aubert, his laughter echoing in the quiet night. There was a sense of vindication in Aubert's words, a closure to a chapter that had once caused him so much pain.
"You always had a way of looking at the bright side, even in the weirdest ways, Aubert," Arthur said, his amusement clear in his voice.
Their laughter faded into the night, leaving a warm silence in its wake. Arthur's heart swelled with affection and pride for the man Aubert had become.
Despite the hardships and the decisions that led him away from volleyball, Aubert had found his path, excelling in tennis and finding joy in new passions.
As their laughter subsided into the serene night, a sudden, jarring noise shattered the tranquility. Both Aubert and Arthur turned towards the sound, their expressions shifting from amusement to alarm in an instant.
The screeching of tires against pavement filled the air as a truck veered off its path, heading straight towards them at an alarming speed.
In that moment, time seemed to slow down. Each second stretched out, elongating as if granting them a brief eternity to comprehend the impending danger. Their eyes locked, a myriad of emotions passing between them—fear, disbelief, and an unspoken understanding.
With no time to think and driven by a deep, instinctual urge to protect, Aubert acted.
His body moved on its own, propelled by the adrenaline surging through his veins. In a swift, decisive motion, he pushed Arthur out of the truck's path, the force of his action sending Arthur tumbling safely to the side.
As Arthur fell, his eyes remained fixed on Aubert, witnessing the sacrifice in a heart-stopping, drawn-out moment. Aubert turned to face the oncoming truck, his stance resolute, a silent acceptance flashing across his face.
The collision was imminent. Aubert's body collided with the truck, the sound echoing violently through the empty space.
The force of the impact sent a shockwave of horror through Arthur, his heart ceasing to beat for a fraction of a second.
Arthur scrambled to his feet, his mind refusing to process the scene before him.
"Aubert!" he screamed, his voice breaking through the night with a mix of fear and desperation.
The aftermath of the collision unfolded in a chaotic blur, the sounds of sirens and voices melding into a cacophony of noise.
Yet, for Arthur, the world had come to a standstill, his focus solely on Aubert, whose act of bravery had changed the course of their lives in a single, fleeting moment.
Arthur, propelled by a surge of adrenaline and fear, rushed to Aubert's side, where he lay amidst the twisted wreckage.
The sight that met his eyes was one of horror and disbelief—Aubert, the indomitable spirit always full of life, now gravely injured, with blood seeping from his wounds, painting a stark contrast against the cold, hard pavement.
Kneeling beside him, Arthur's hands trembled as he attempted to assess the damage, his mind racing for any knowledge of first aid that could help in this dire situation.
"Hold on, Aubert, just hold on," he pleaded, his voice thick with emotion, barely recognizing the sound as his own.
Aubert's eyes, those vibrant windows to his soul, slowly found Arthur's, a weak but unmistakable flicker of determination shining within.
With great effort, he parted his lips, each word a laborious breath. "Arthur...I'm not sure if I would survive...but please...live on."
The raw, vulnerable plea cut through Arthur's heart, a stark reminder of their mortality and the fragility of life. Tears blurred Arthur's vision, his resolve crumbling under the weight of Aubert's words.
"No, don't talk like that, Aubert. You're going to make it. You have to," Arthur choked out, his voice a mere whisper against the chaos surrounding them.
Aubert's hand, slick with blood, weakly reached out, finding Arthur's in a gentle, yet firm grasp—a testament to their unbreakable bond. In this moment, amidst the pain and fear, their connection transcended words, a silent promise exchanged in the grip of their entwined fingers.
Arthur, overwhelmed by a sense of helplessness, leaned closer, his tears falling freely now, each one a silent vow to honor Aubert's plea.
"I promise, Aubert. I promise," he whispered back, a solemn oath to the man who he considered his best friend and brother in arms.
And in that moment, under the pale glow of the moonlight, amidst the chaos of flashing lights and urgent voices, the world has lost one of the greatest tennis players of all time.
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June 21, 1996
Aubert's POV
I find myself engulfed in an abyss of darkness, an endless void that stretches into eternity. Confusion and disorientation fill my consciousness as I struggle to comprehend my surroundings. The weight of uncertainty bears down upon me, urging me to make sense of this bewildering existence.
Seeking solace in my memories, I delve into the recesses of my mind, grasping for fragments of the past. In an instant, recollections flood back, rushing through my thoughts with clarity. I remember the selfless act that led to my demise—pushing Arthur away from the oncoming truck, and sacrificing myself to ensure his safety. The memory resonates within me, mingling with a sense of bittersweet fulfillment and the realization of the pain it must have caused Arthur.
A sudden shift in the ethereal realm draws my attention.
A masculine voice, filled with warmth and anticipation, reverberates through the void. "Congratulations on giving birth to twins!" it proclaims, carrying an air of joyous revelation.
The response comes in the form of a soft, feminine voice, radiating a mix of exhaustion and elation. "Thank you, Doctor," she replies, her voice a testament to the miracle of new life.
As the fabric of existence shifts once again, I am bestowed with a peculiar sensation—a newfound control over my body. With a surge of awareness, I command my eyes to open, eagerly embracing the unfolding mystery of my current state.
The sight that greets me is one of tenderness and nurturing. A woman with a short black bob of hair cradles me in her arms, her face glowing with maternal affection. I instinctively recognize her as my mother, a comforting presence in this bewildering journey.
"Aww! Look at you, opening your eyes already!" she exclaims, her voice filled with delight.
Our eyes meet, and she playfully touches her nose to mine, a gesture of affection between a mother and her newborn child.
The realization dawns upon me with a mix of disbelief and awe—I am a baby once more. The reality of my reincarnation settles within my consciousness, illuminating the path before me. My body, once familiar and grown, now appears much smaller, reminding me of the journey that lies ahead
"What will you name your sons, Miss Hinata?" The doctor asked.
Sons? Does that mean I have a twin?
With eager anticipation, my mother addresses the doctor's query. "The older one will be Sora, while the younger one will be Shoyou," she proclaims, her gaze shifting towards my twin, whose vibrant orange hair and closed eyes paint a vivid picture before me.
My twin has orange hair and was closing his eyes.
Wait...Miss Hinata...Shoyou...Orange hair...
I then connected the pieces together and found out I was reincarnated as Shouyo's older twin brother!
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Author's Note:
What do you think of my first Haikyuu fanfic?
Also, Truck-kun is doing his job once again and slayed 💅💅
